I'm just not used to,my first day without youthat I still say "us"when I'm thinking about you.When the summer was overeverything seemed okand now I think about everythingthat we talked about without knowing.How quickly you'd leavewithout a single explanationMaybe for you it seems easyto put up with this pain.You forgot a few thingsin your quick departureand now they are like treasuresthat I save
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